Round Bottom School Signatures

In 1795 a community built a school house.

Then-

For two hundred years kids signed the school house.

Round Bottom School Signatures

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1795

Can you see them?

The kids.

The difference in them over the centuries.

There isn’t a one of the them who signed the above bricks,

Who lives today.

Where’d they go?

How did they live?

How did they die?

Did they see changes in their world like we do today?

What are the stories of the lives lived after they scratched their names in to this school house.

Will any of their stories

Or the memory of them

Out live the bricks

Of this little schoolhouse.

28 thoughts on “Round Bottom School Signatures

  1. That’s amazing. I wonder if they foresaw the impact that would have in years to come. Also, so much sadder when you think of them as children that died even though I’m sure most wre adults when the time came…oh, here I go being morbid again.

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    • Not morbid at all. Of the signatures I saw, the ones of interest (before 1900) they would all be gone now. I can’t help but wonder where their lives took them. War? Businesses? Farmers? Married? Not married? Children? Do their families come and take pictures of their signatures of their youth? If my great great grandparent was on there I would scour it brick by brick until I found it. Touch it. Picture it. Try to picture the life they lived back then. 🙂

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  2. Doesn’t it always make you wonder? What happened to them? Did they find a soulmate? Did they survive to old age or did Mother Nature take her course with some of them? Back then, surely, only the strong survived…or the lucky ones.

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  3. Colleen, what a wonderful post. Those would be wonderful conversations to take an active role in or still better to be a fly on the wall, with the ability to communicate with the questioner. I am sure the stories would be thrilling, capivating, but never boring. I remember my grandfather talking to me as we listened to baseball, but I don’t remember a word he said. This would make for a wonderful story, I am sure there were changes in technology that surprised them as much as technology surprises us today. I suspect that their wants and desires could mirror ours if we chose the right words. Again a truly amazing post. Take care, Bill

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  4. In our increasingly disposable world, I wonder. Unless one (or more) were critically acclaimed, it seems doubtful. This is why sharing wisdom and storytelling is such a greater legacy for people to leave for subsequent generations. It’s not about money and materialism; it’s about significance, how people contributed, and what really matters.

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    • Exactly! I want to know the stories of who they were and their impact on their own worlds/families/friends. There is a small cemetery right next to this school. Of course I couldn’t help but wonder…..do any of them lie peacefully by their childhood center of socialization…..

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  5. The hope the kids were as sturdy as the school, in the way that kids can grow up to be pillars of their community like this great school is. Wow. Thanks for bringing me into this world of the red brick schoolhouse, my friend Colleen, kid-signed brick by brick!

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  6. Oooh! You kinda gave me goosebumps with this one, Colleen. I had the opportunity once to go through the “ruins” of my grandmother’s old one room schoolhouse. It was in rural Mississippi and all that was left was the foundation and remnants of the walls, but it felt like it spoke to me. You brought that back in an eerie, but very meaningful memory. We leave fingerprints and stories everywhere, don’t we!

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    • I so very much understand this Debra. When we went to the “farm” on the weekends there is a schoolhouse (originally one room, then added on to) that my grandmother and her siblings attended. I even have a picture of her in front of it! I have been in that building many times over the years. And every time, no matter why I was there, I wanted to picture the children coming to class. People I would never know as children, I wanted to imagine them. 🙂 Shivers!!!!

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  7. I am so happy you showed this. I too wonder what their lives turned out to be. Don’t you wonder what they would think if those names brought a blogger to write about them?

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